"Your son is making good progress." Dracula said, turning to Lincoln.
"All thanks to you, Big Brother... Otherwise, that kid, Christopher, would have killed us both," Lincoln replied with a small smile. "What's next?" he asked.
"The Master can take on the barricade alone, so our help isn't needed. But we need to make sure nothing stands in his way," Dracula said calmly.
"I'm getting reports from the Guardians that Christopher is in the city... everywhere," Lincoln said, raising an eyebrow.
"Everywhere?!" Dracula turned to him with a confused expression. "What do you mean by that?"
"Everywhere... He is everywhere," Lincoln repeated.
"He might be heading here as we speak."
RING!
Dracula pulled out his phone and answered the call.
"Master! We need help!" came the terrified voice of the first Guardian.
"Help?! Can't you kill some ordinary people?!" Dracula yelled at him.
"No! Not them! Fast!"
